Haunting Past

I was ten, my own useless nothing No money, no food, no toys as a child could I bring! My only possession was my little, harmless brother His eyes so blue reminded me of mother..... A dark storm had struck, long ago that eve I still remember the words "Sorry there is nothing we can retrieve.." The house lay in ruins, mixed with stone and rocks I cried, he cried, and I gently brushed his blonde locks! Mum-dad lay somewhere, down-below the scattered lawn, Oh! I still remember how they pushed us, out-safe that stormy dawn! No one left to love-cherish, no one to simply care, No one to pass a smile, to feel what we bear! I had sworn that dreary night I would be his dad and mother... A light made my world bright, My brother, Oh! My brother. It did not take me long to get, That world was thirsty for tears, Not those of joy, of laughs or smiles But those of your darkest fears! The forces took us into custody Aunt Anne owned us then Dark, small, abode of dust Our new room was more of a den! But as long as she loved us Or rather did pretend I thought I wont make a fuss But the trouble for my little one had to end! I made the fire, did the dishes Cooked the food and fed the fishes I cleaned the bathroom and all of the mess I adjusted, but she made me suffer- an year with only one dress! She would scare John, my lil- snow Made him stay up for late No school, no games She scraped my teddy's fate! I knew this had to stop, I felt the need to do.. Then an idea struck And my eyes shone their brightest blue! It was the same night, same storm I dreamt of how our world had torn A knife in my hand, I headed to the lawn, I had to do that just for my John! The clouds growled, the winds dwelled... My mistress yawned, my way led! I screwed the knife through her waist, Twisting it for end of the wild She turned behind, in quite a haste I drew back, her smile was mild! She bowed down, to my surprise A feel of shame, did sure arise This one thing- future did I dread I took my brother and far I fled! They still look for the killer Me, it was! Oh such a thriller. Guilt still feeds on all parts of me But my angel sets me free! This was MY story to mourn I swear I could have sworn There will, sure be one bright night, When I will bring this crime of mine in his sight....